Last night I had a dream where when I tried to speak strikes of lightning would appear. The lightning did not cause destruction. It changed things. They became brighter. Colors began to become vivid. Things that were old became new. I could see people become refreshed in the atmosphere where these bolts were.
Job 28:25-28 “When He imparted weight to the wind And meted out the waters by measure,When He set a limit for the rain And a course for the thunderbolt,Then He saw it and declared it; He established it and also searched it out.”And to man He said, ‘Behold, the fear of the Lord, that is wisdom; And to depart from evil is understanding.'”Continue reading Lightning, Revelation And Rewards→
Tonight I watched and listened as the sounds of worship permeated the air, I saw the air physically change color. The worship was gold as it left people’s mouths. As it lingered in the atmosphere of the room, the air began to develop a misty, pinkish color. Earlier it had been a pale green with a brightness to it. Worship was changing the rooms air. I could feel the weightiness of His presence. As I rested my hands over my heart, I could feel the changes of sounds breaking forth. Of feelings unable to contain the desire of the Godhead working to move in to the room. Continue reading Who Are We To See?→
Yesterday I posted an article that generated a ton of prayer requests. I am glad. People need people. Just the idea of people needing people to grow and do life with is probably the sincerest form of revival. (And I am praying for those who sent things in.) Continue reading Let The Fun Begin→
Tonight I put my grandchildren to bed, taking the time as I do, to pray with them.
I know many who do not have that luxury. Do not have that chance or that opportunity. Can I tell you things are about to change? “Oh, Lee. I don’t know if I can stand the pain.” Do not harden your heart for it is the day of expectancy and earth shaking awakening. Continue reading Move That Darkness!→
The recent shooting in Charleston South Carolina has once again, polarized a nation. I have allowed myself to view it through eyes that brought pain to my heart and to my thinking. Folks died. A young man shot them. I sit here and hurt for the loss and grieve for the families. I find myself frustrated over the media cacophony, the sharp words and the painful foolishness. Continue reading When Will We Make Peace?→
Last night as we prayed in our home fellowship, I saw 3 visions that I have decided to share this morning. They were oil bubbling up out of the ground. Veins of gold (Not nuggets) appearing. And the third was gemstones being recovered. I also saw meadows of blooming flowers. Prior to this I had seen a disk harrow upturning the ground. Continue reading Preparation Of The Fields→
Yesterday I read of a young woman who I knew who made bad choices and was in jail and would most likely be there for a while. I read of a historic heroin bust in the state of New Hampshire. They are connected in the simple fact that people are stepping up to pray for the goodness of God to be rolled out in New England (And I am sure in other regions, as well.) Continue reading God’s Roll Out In New England→
Many years ago I was in preparation for a meeting. It was in Maine. I made the decision to take a young man with me. The meeting was in ministry to the unbeliever, specifically seekers of false religions, including witchcraft, new age and paganism. Continue reading The Thing About Love In The Church→
Years ago I met a man. He showed up on my doorstep. He was physically hunched over. His life changed by an accident. He said “I heard you would help me to get services”. I invited him in. A friend had told him about me and my wife. As I looked at this broken man I thought something is getting ready to happen. I asked if I could pray for him. As I did I could hear cracks and pops as bones and joints aligned. I was young in the Lord. Send me into a drug den to preach I was good with, but a man who was broken and hurt (One leg had shortened some 5 inches from the encounter of his vehicle and a ten wheeler.)I was not so good with. As I prayed for him he fell forward, across the coffee table (Aren’t people supposed to fall backwards?!?!?)and into my arms. He sounded like a breakfast cereal as snaps, crackles and pops kept coming from his body. I had a moment as his leg grew out. A while later I was looking at a new man. There was no trip to find him services that day or any other. He came to live with my wife and I. One of the many that would live with us over the years. Continue reading “The Happiest Sound” To Be Heard→